The house

My friends and I wanted to have some fun on a boring weekend. We decided to drive out of town to hunt for ghosts. There is this house turned to a hostel at the foot of the hill that is considered haunted by the village folks. My cousins were adventurous types so they dragged me along with them. We drove for an hour and reached the house. The receptionist, an old man, led us in. he had a large coffee maker on his desk. He invited us for coffee and we all declined. Our room was on the third floor. It was spacious and filled with old furniture. The place is creepy. I don’t know what kind of fun we would be having few hours from now.